How dumb are you?
Which Survivor of the Impending Nuclear Apocalypse Are You?
A Rum and Monkey joint.
Although, one time? On the ferry from Ireland to Wales at 4 am? I watched a videotape of a Tom Jones live performance from the 80s. It was the funniest fucking thing I've ever seen, y'all. I literally could not control the giggles. Okay, that might have had something to do with no sleep for 36 hours and jetlag. But I simply could not help myself, sitting in that little ferry lounge, eating fish sticks with all the solemn welsh and irish folks who were clearly loving the Man, grooving to the beat while Tom and his silver-afroed backup dancers yucked it around the stage, and I was flashing back pretty badly to Hunter Thompson's descriptions of Las Vegas and The Fear and I just about fell out and felt like the worst kind of American there ever could be. Worse than the ski-jacketed Oakley-sporting rich kids on the double decker to Stonehenge, y'all. That bad.